The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Cull & Pistol
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
She knew this wasn't Kohl's world. Until he met her, he never had to know how to live under the radar. In fact, he lived for it, as far as she could tell. He was spoiled, but not all of it was his own fault. From what he'd told her of his parents, they pretty much gave him everything so he wouldn't want their attention, cause God forbid, he want that. She felt for him, really, but at least she was pretty much a pro at being on the run and staying discreet. He would definitely need some training. He didn't seem to understand why she made such a fuss about the amount of hundred dollar bills in his wallet. This was probably making him feel poor already, like he was right around the corner from picking out a cardboard box. The thought made her snort as she shook her head with amusement.
He looked practically terrified when she said that Best Western's were out of the question. He finally agreed but said he had concerns. She couldn't help but smirk. "Of course, you do." She said with as little sarcasm as possible. She already imagined him buying a box of gloves to wear before touching anything in the hotel room, especially in the bathroom. The thought alone made her smile. At least, this would be entertaining. She rolled her eyes as he handed the elderly woman money but a part of her was glad he was so generous. One of Kohl's many adoring features. He obviously didn't like the car, though. She thought it looked efficient. It was probably amazing on gas mileage, plus it was low key. He rolled his eyes when she teased him about it, saying his Masserati would get jealous. She couldn't help but smirk as she leaned toward him a little.
"As long as you know it might be a looooong time before you see your dear Masserati again. Let's hope she's not high maintenance on attention." Her eyes twinkled as she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. She let him take his time looking for a hotel. She could practically see the gray hairs and wrinkles appearing on him by the minute as he stared at his phone. This life on the road wasn't going to be easy for him, that's for sure. But he did it for her. She kept reminding herself of that. It had to mean something. Finally he chose one and they made their way over. She could see the judgement in his eyes from the minute he saw the blinking sign with some of the letters not working. For her, it was already home away from home, though, mostly because of the man sitting in the seat beside her.
When he made a comment about contracting HIV in the hotel, she couldn't help but laugh a little as she shook her head. "Maybe so, but you're right. Shower wins." She knew she was looking forward to one. And if she was lucky, she wouldn't be standing in it alone either. They managed to get a room for the night and headed to take a look. She noticed the way he glanced at the car when she offered it like he was actually debating on it but in the end he was standing at the door to the room with her. She couldn't help but smirk a little, though, especially when he made a comment about the mail service. She laughed. "I wouldn't surprise if the guy from the front desk IS our maid." As she opened the door, he said that he was going to pretend she didn't mention being here for more than one night.
It was probably best that they get a move on tomorrow, anyway, but that's only if they had a game plan by morning. He asked after the bed and she couldn't help but smirk. "You act like you take up a lot of room or something." She couldn't help but tease him as she stepped into the hotel room. He was hesitant but finally she heard him step in and close the door behind him. The small sound made goosebumps appear on her skin. It was like the final sound to announce they were really and truly alone...and now it was time to figure things out. He said her voice in a soft question and she slowly turned toward him, her body tense, though she couldn't say why, exactly. Her eyes were wider, softer, as if she wasn't sure what to expect now.
As he crossed to her, she felt herself holding her breath and only when his hands rested on her waist did she feel her own body relaxing, melting into him. Then his lips lowered to hers and she was all too eager to return the kiss, leaning up into him as her hands came to rest on his forearms. God, how she missed his smell, his touch, everything about him. As he gave her that simper she loved so much, she felt a new spark down in her lower stomach. At his question, she couldn't help but smirk up at him. "Well for starter's.....we need clothes. And a shower." As she said the last word, she let her hand trail up his chest, trailing smoothly over his shirt until her index finger finished it up over his adam's apple and throat to his jaw. Her gaze turned mischievous. "I don't know about you but I feel....dirty."